There is meaning in living. In walking and breathing, in smiles and love, in care and hate. There was purpose in life. But death has a way of taking life from us. From maarking us in a cycle of nightmares and sleepless nights. Life was a cruel fate for the living, but the dead have already been...

damn sorry im writing again and didnt actually kill myself

Serina Potts. Thatâ€™s who I am - a 12-year-old girl who has a huge interest in photography. I have long, thick black hair and dark green eyes. Mainly because my mom is from Europe and my dad is from Vietnam. My mom and her ex-husband had a divorced, and I am the daughter of the second...

To my most recent ex boyfriend.

You asked me once on why I loved you. I lied because I didn't know how to say it and I was too shy and afraid.
Thanks for reading :) Please feel free to comment if necessary and if there is any improvement that I can and should do. Thank you! :)

Hey guys, this is a contest based on a beginning that thegiver wrote and gave to me to develop it. Unfortunately for him/her, I wasn't bothered to do anything about it, I just don't have that type of imagination. So if you want to participate in this contest